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on Ukraine
In a mere hundred yearsOne Saturday morningThe memorial to you will drip from night’s last icy showerPeople riding on the tramWill discuss their love prospectsWhat bargains they seek in January salesFootballOne, sitting in silenceMight catch a glimpse of a pigeon restingOn the head of the crossAnd wonder who carved the names into the stoneWhose names →
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on the road
good decision, kidditch the costly driving schooluse the public bus~n.b. There can be no other explanation for the discarded L-plate at the bus stop, can there? Trust your children to improve on our handiwork. CLP 24/01/2026 →
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on freedom
our choices lie before usour fate determined by those availablea woman scrabbles in the streetpanicking to retrieve cardsthey are blown along the paving in the rainsome spin into a gutterno one helps herwhy would you pick up a wind thrown tarot card lying at your feet?what might it portend?passers-by choose to step carefullynot one wants →
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on sound
the geese I lovetheir drifting callsfiltering through the leafless treesI seek the skeinwatch it spread across the ice blue abovesee how it stretches, unfurlscollapsestoward the stubblerises and falls like a groundsheet in the breezenever quite settlesfolds of nervous ripples run through the flockthey’ve come so far for this?dissenters lift offcirclegather followersreturn to the heavy earthwhere →
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on winter
new year’s day ends with a stunning light showthe Sun demonstrating its power in a silent slow burnthe shift gradualfrom a touch of pink outlining the cloudsto this vermillion daubing of the skybroad brushed streaksstroked up and out from the very core of our stargiving depth to skeletal treesover-whelming all that is whitethe Earth glows →
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on morning
alarmed to new dayfrom sweet scented pillow dreamsyour absent presence~ CLP 22/12/2025 →
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on Ukraine
adventurous youthtravel from South Africaconsumed by Grinder~n.b. Chinese and young men from South Korea, now South Africans chasing work, all have found themselves in dead end jobs somewhere in Ukraine. The old man in Moscow is no longer content with killing a million of his country’s own sons, but is still seeking fresh blood and →
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on his high horse
Here’s a man high on a horseA horse on a hillA hill over an estuaryAn estuary to the North SeaThe North Sea stretching to BelgiumBelgium’s Flanders FieldsTo Flanders Fields he sent the finest young menThe finest young men of a generationA generation decimatedDecimated in a mechanical warA mechanical war overseen by a man high on →
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